Connecticut western news., 1887-10-05
she recognized as Mary Calhone's, MrA Graham's kitchen maid.

she recognized as Mary Calhone's, Mrs. 'Graham's kitchen maid.
 What terrible accident had happened, that they were not going to tell her un- til she awoke. O, would she ever awake and come out of this stupor! She tried to move, to scream, but all tos no pur- pose; sudden, thick darkness seemed enveloping her, and she sank into in- sensibility. When she again opened her eyesit was night; the curtains were doa lamp burned on the table, but was turned low down, and theaasssof strangos woman was moyipa sbont the room putting things ts .x4s E
 "who are youi Nghat has happepedan asked Mrs. stau - M a scarcely iaudfs- ble voice and with difficulty arising.to sitting posture.
 70, have you walked upr' said the woman, coming over to the lounge where she sat. "And you don't know9 deary me! how can I tell you! Your little boy, your little Freddy, you will never sec him alive againp'
 "Never-see ee-Freddy-- alive! What do you meanr' gaspcd Mrs. Stanhope, starting up and groping blindly across the room to the door. As she opened it she met her husband, who took her gently in his arms, soothed her tcnderly, and in broken voice told her that MT. Afton's cross COW had by some means escaped from the yard into the road-that afternoon, and that Freddy had leased her through the fence with his red scarf; that in her rage she had broken down the fence, and, before Towser and Kitty could rescue hlm, plunged one of her horns through Freddy's body, killing him instantly. 70, why cannot I dio tool" she walled, wringing her hands distractedly. "My Freddy! my precious boy! my darling baby! have murdered you by my thoughtless selfishness! o, let mo die!"
 After while she became more calm; sort of numb despair seized her heart; she could not weep, and when they led her to look at the little waxen form ar- rayed for burial, she could only look at the white, set face of her darling as he lay there, with roses strewn about him and snowdrops in his chubby hands, with weary longing to lie down too and be at rest. Tears seemed. swelling up in scalding floods over her brain, burning deep, scathing blisters there, but she could not shed one.
 At length the day of the fun cral came; how spectre-like it all seemed every one moved about SO quiet, go dcabak~siIer; ssheS1 could not even remember word the minister said. The procession formed; they placed heavy black vail over her face that seemed to increase the already midnight gloom of her heart. They reached the cemetery; the little casket was lowered into the grave and she heard the gravel rattle upon the lid; yes, they were burying her precious treasure, her all, forever from her sight and yet she could not weep, she had not dropped one tear on the loved face; the thought tore her heart with agony, and she felt her mind reel and totter on it's throne
 Again she was at home. How still and silent the rooms were and how dark and gloomy; it seemed as though she was never again to see tho bright, glorious sunshine. So weeks passed.
 She caught a glimpse of her own face in the mirror once in while, and she could see how thin and white it was growing
 Then came whispers-no one seemed to speak out loud now--that change of
 scene was necessary; the beach or the
 mountains.
 Mechanically she made preparations to
 leave home; it was the night before her
 departure, and she strode out 10 the
 cemetery to visit Freddy's grave.
 "Oh, my poor murdered darling" she
 moaned, sinking upon the grave in an
 abandon of fearless grief.
 Lucy! Lucy! what IS the matter Ain't you never going to wake up?"
 said her husbands voice, close to her
 ear.
 With start, she raised her head and
 looked about her. Yes, it was Walter that was bending over her, and strange to tell she was lying upon the lounge in '.l her little sitting groom, and the sun was just flinging his parting rays into the
 west window. How cosy and cheerful everything looked; and, glancing up 3 into her husbands face, she saw he was
 laughing.
 "What! did you have the nightmare?' he exclaimed.
 |; "Hush" she answered in whisper, t "whcre is Freddy?'
 Freddy" echoed MT. Stanhope , "why hcsis asleep. After teasing Af-
 tons COW until she tore the yard fence nearly all down, and getting Towscr in t to fine scrape, for he bit tho COW sc- t verely, and she run one of her horns e through his leg. and frightening Kitty c nearly out of her senses, he ha. . concluded to go to sleep"
 t Yes, it was a cruel dream, and Lucy i. Stanhope wept tears of joy; but she l could not feel sure until she had pressed o her lips to Freddy's aud felt his sof